He rarely ever spoke to me
Only when I did something wrong
Like playing an album I thought he’d like
And the one time I asked him
Dad, do you love me?
He replied Men don’t do that
But once he took me out
To a local bar for beers
Where we sat silently facing each other
Two strangers on opposite shores
Of a river that was so wide
No bridge could ever span it
Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.